**AITA for Thinking a San Diego "Active Shooter" Drill Was Real Because the Guy Playing the Shooter Was Way Too Method?**

AITA for thinking a San Diego “active shooter” drill was real because the guy playing the shooter was way too method?

So I’m stuck in a Starbucks in Pacific Beach, trying to enjoy a $9 oat milk latte, when suddenly some dude in full tactical gear bursts in screaming about “the system.” I’m already halfway under a table, mentally preparing my last will and testament (spoiler: my roommate gets my Nintendo Switch), when the barista casually goes, “Oh, that’s just Dave from the local improv group. We’re doing a safety drill.”

TL;DR: Thought I was about to die for real, turns out it’s just a very committed thespian. Cops show up 20 minutes later because a Karen called 911 on the “realistic training exercise.” Now the manager is mad at me for “not reading the sign” about the drill, which was written in Comic Sans on a napkin taped to the bathroom door.

San Diego PD says: “We have no comment, but please stop calling 911 every time a guy in black cargo pants yells about ’the man.'”

Mods, I swear this isn’t a shitpost. San Diego is so relaxed about danger that the apocalypse would get a participation trophy here.